Moving on

Passed through the crossroad

Difficult choices completed

Storm clouds recede across the horizon.

Goals in sight

Fears abated

Destiny assured

The sun much warmer here.

Laughter fills the air

Love and friendship provide the foundation

Hand-in-hand we head toward home

Rocky journey finished.

Complete and fulfilled.

Goodbyes linger in the air.

     Thick like fog making it difficult to see.

Knew the day would come,

     Where those things I held so long,

          Must be freed.

Clearing skies ask for my surrender.

I will not turn back,

     Freedom and love beckon me.

There are moments in one’s life

     That alter you and set your course forever.

Some are subtle,

     Some overwhelm because you never saw them coming.

No one asks for these changes.

     How you respond, determines who you are.

Let me be still for a few moments,

There would be no place to go,

Nor to come from.

I have arrived in this extraordinary moment.

There is a stillness and silence,

That fills my senses.

Where all things have found their rest,

Putting an end to us and them.

There would be nothing to be said nor done.

For life embraces me in this wondrous place,

And takes me into its arms as a loving friend.

This silence, 
       empty of itself.
 Pregnant with potential,
       entranced by its existence.

This silence offers something
       or nothing.
This timelessness melds the dance
       of past, present and future.

This silence embraces subtlety,
       with thoughts lighter than floating feathers,
            no inner voice whispering.

This silence allows whispers in the night,
       the leaf to glide to the earth,
            the spider to travel across its web
                   and I to forget my whole existence.

It is a strange

this inner voice, that speaks of one thing

while revealing another.

A difficult thing to accept,

saying one thing and conveying

something else.

Yet, we feel what we feel,

we think what we think.

We do what we do.

Can we bridge this gap?

Of course, we can

   Our relationship requires the effort.
           
            We invested a great deal thus far.

Love's mysterious

A feeling of sweet joy

Found deep within my soul

And viewed from the outside in

Love and hate cannot dwell in the same place.

Our blood flows through aging veins.

The need for love and making love never ends.

Now it becomes gentler, deeper and more meaningful with time.

Senses awaken when skin fuses, and lips drink deep kisses.

Though the years may be many, our spirit hungers for love.

Older lovers have experienced what most only dream about.

The dream of an lover -- to have, hold and remember.

If a life could own another life
     A wolf a deer,
           An eagle a fish,
               A man a tree,

Who would exchange a life with me?

Dark in the forest, 
     a path disappears into the fading light.

Soft as moss
     A voice enters my silence.

My hand on bark, 
     My stilled face alone.

Then water, then gravel, then stone.